February 7th

I hear creaks and groans
when I turn the wheel
and drive through
the cold.

My bones relate
to gears that grind,
which my car
does hold.

I taste time
bitter
and bit
worn out.

Yet I also sense
experience
and a feeling of being
devout.

We’ve seen many things,
yes my car and I.
And with some luck and care,
we’ll still see many miles go by.

02-07-2017